At the Bosporus
Two weeks ago, I was able to visit Istanbul for the second time, after almost 20 years. The 'problem' with Istanbul is that it is so big, so divers, that you'll never have time enough to get the complete picture. You would need to spend a lifetime, like Turkish photographer Ara Güler.
I don't like travel guides and maps (which was one of the reasons to start the city stories project) as it brings you to the usual (postcard) places. Try coincidence, good luck, a chat with a local. At least it brings me to spots where I feel well, treated with more visual surprises.
It started this time in Istanbul by taking the 'wrong' ferry, ending up at the asian side of the town. We met a lady that stated it would be better to get rid of all religions. Close to our very simple apartment we found the national photo museum with a great collection of street photography. On the other side of the river there is a place where students and other youngsters meet in the evening hours to have some beers, provided by a local shop. It seems to be legal. On our side of the Golden Horn, we suddenly ended up in an area full of traditional muslims, a place where you will feel much better with a small unobtrusive camera (like my x100s) as with a big dslr. In the mosques in Fatih, they put fences where, as a tourist, you have to stay behind. A very strange experience, like visiting a zoo. I didn't see this anywhere else in the Arab world. Modern times, I guess. I remember Cairo, having a nap in a mosque between all the others, waking up from the snoring of my neighbour..
Please check my website for more pictures I took in Istanbul.